A truck drowe down Drottninggatan in Stockholm, killing four people and hurting at least 15.

Drottninggatan is the biggest shopping street in Stockholm, it's always crowded, you can find all the big stores here. On this street, a man decided to drive the truck he had just stolen. At high speed, forcing those he didn't mow down to throw themselves all over the place to escape. Four people are dead now, one of them a child.

The police arrested the perpetatrator last night. He is charged with suspected terror attack. He is not Swedish. He is a muslim fugitive from Uzbekistan who Sweden has taken in and helped. He chose to attack Swedish people, hoping to kill as many as possible with the stolen truck.

My husband heard the engine and the crash when the truck smashed into a building. He had walked past the exact spot a minute earlier.

My daughter rang from her school, they were not allowed to leave.

I couldn't reach my son at first. Can you imagine how it felt to not reach him, when I knew he was working in Stockholm and that he ususally works around Drottninggatan?

Yesterday was the longest and the worst afternoon in my life. My family stuck in Stockholm, no trains were running, no busses. Around 7 pm they let on the commuters again and I could finally get my family home. Son had to walk from Solna to Liljeholmen, that's 9 kilometers. Husband walked almost as far to get to a point where I could pick him up.

I'm not right in the head at the moment, I feel so much hate toward the perpetrator and people like him. Those who think they have the right to hurt and kill in the name of religion. They are the ones not deserving to live.

My family is safe. That is what matters. I will try to get over the hate, but it'll take time.

Theme: GentlenessCharacters: Finch/ReeseRating: PG-13Wordcount: 576Summary: There had been such a long time since anyone touched him with gentle hands. Harold's fingers dancing across his back...Feedback: yes, please if you would be so kind

Note: fifth in a series of themed drabbles for seasons 1 and 2. This is however not a drabble, I keep missing the drabble-line, but cutting the text short and divide it properly would only confuse me. Apologies for that.

Clothes soaked through to his skin, Reese shook his head, trying to get the rain out off his eyes. The Library wasn't far, but the pouring rain and the hard wind made the walk more like crossing an ocean.

Bear yanked impatiently at the leash, he was just as eager to get indoors. They took the stairs up running, leaving rivulets of water on the steps, both wanting to get to the one waiting as fast as possible.

While Bear snored lightly in his basket, Reese felt more like purring. The chill from the rain seeped away with the dry clothes and Harold's fingers in his hair. Soft wool under his cheek and body heat bleeding through the fabric cocooned him in warmth.

It wasn't often he let himself be pampered like this- stretched out on the couch with his head in Harold's lap. Harold would never deny him, had never denied him. The soft hum and the light pat on the couch was the answer every time Reese felt bold enough to ask for it.

Reese closed his eyes, the fingers scratching through his hair followed the rhythm of the rain on the windows.

Harold sighed and leaned into the hand gently rubbing his neck. "Yes, I believe I am. Do you have any suggestions on how to remedy that?"

The chair creaked when Reese pulled it out and spun Harold around. Harold could never stop admiring Reese's gracefulness when he took to his knees. He wished for his bedroom where he could properly admire Reese, the way he crawled up the bed, agile and smooth. But this had to suffice for now.